my heroin my cocane and ecstasy
the Mary Jane in your blunt that takes you to higher state of mind and leave you floating there among the gentle clouds
I get high off the stroke of a pencil
more turned on when I finish a piece, than when a teenager that watches ****.
Chatting about dirty things,
My skin flushes and hormones sing.
What I miss
Though is a kiss.
My heart would flutter as I feel
My distant lover become real.
And the rest...
Are they the best?
Or is it happily enough
To once again feel loved?
I flash back and see
Of a girl crying in a corner,
wishing they didn't scorn her.
Breaking down inside,
looking for a place to hide.
Of a girl always looking down,
averting shameful eyes from their frown.
She's all alone,
without a home...?
Of a girl filled with...
brightness, danger, and wonder
full of stars, moons, and thing to draw your eye
black holes so powerful that no light can escape
cold comets that zoom all around
nebulas that draw our attention over thousands of miles
rogue planets that can crash into us now
does it feel good
do you not see that a word hits harder
what do you gain,
to see the one you supposedly love in pain
are you any more a man
just because you don't raise a hand.
do you not see the woman
you have turned into a little girl again.
do you think you...
i stare at the sky.
i just want to fly.
why am i here?
while the end is near.
i hear a scream.
am i in a dream?
my dear old friend,
dead in the end,
leaving me alone behind,
while i am blind.
all of my kin
burned for their sin.
i fall and hopelessly lay
there appeared a ray.
in unending tears
the wounds now scars
the voices friends
learning new ways
slowly, pain ends
she's not yet there
nights still haunt
the laughing in the dark
evil speaking taunts
she knows the path
seen it before
in her dreams
through the frightening...
Clean and clear cuts slathered with the liquid thick and messy, and oh how it reminded her of mud. Dirty heart and damned soul, only seemingly fit her veins would weep wet soil. Simply said and stated, her mentality was out dated. Death and dying were topics of days past, but...
and somewhere far above, not exactly from the heavens lives the Angel of Dark Love. With one crack of thunder followed by a flash of light, she enters your heart bearing smiles of delight. Once again I stand before you with arms open wide, a smile upon my lips and tears in my...
Waiting for you
Little Billy at number 23 grows another two inches
Whilst Mum's roses wilt and die
Petals on the floor
In the hoover
out the door
Waiting for you is my definite pleasure
Not sure why I measure the time your away
I suppose I must miss you
Do you think...
playing hide and seek
with glow and rain
we are the winners every time
the prism colours arch across the sky
turning greens and purple blues
into a morning landscape of colour
trees that sleep
preparing blossom for my girl
this panorama is our world
when the colors
Turn to grey
How can you be blinded by the hurtful things you say.
You don't see things as you should
Let the imagination run way off track
Wonder if I sm coming or going
Or when you will be back
So hard to understand
Why do you push so hard!
Got to see the...
I've crossed the sea and world for him.
Soft music plays and my head begins to sway
Thoughts dancing as I think about you and the way you used to hold me to the ground, keeping me from floating away
My addiction to the worst of him is our biggest problem
There is a...
I wrote this when I was 17. I wasn't in the best of states. I had been cutting a week. But soon after I wrote this I got over my life and pulled my-self back together.
The wind combs my hair, the silk of the breeze so smooth.
The sparkles in the night sky, they shine so bright...
demon in your eyes
She told me that she loved you true
Despite my being wise
"She's my best friend" I calmly warned
"You hurt her and you're dead"
"I'll hunt you down myself until"
"Your body has been bled"
She ran away with you but now
She's told me what you've done
and raised and grew and broke. This is the ABC's of my life. "A" as in anxiety for the feeling I got in my stomach when "B" as in bystander's look at me. I never cared as in "C," but that changed soon because after the "D" as spiraled out of control into my own downfall...
Once the North wind made love with the seaand a tiny little wave soon came to beFather Wind would guide him as he grewHis Mother was the sea he traveled throughand as they brought him closer to the shoreeach day he would grow a little moreand safe within the arms of Mother SeaHe...
the sun beams cool.
Thick breeze tangos
Cross her toes.
The blue grass sings for Tess, the fool,
For her frolic
And her woes.
“She’s no account! She’s but a pawn!”
Naked ladies sigh.
“Let's play awhile, and then move on!”
They will seek
If all we had were memories,
…of the quite times in each other’s arms.
Feeling calm, lifted, warm and floating,
…would you know I was thinking of you?
If all we had were feelings,
...tilting our heads forward to brush cheeks.
Feeling like two melting into one,
directed towards herself and never did date
couldn't stand to see herself without clothing
her humor was based on self loathing
and if you wanted to know her
she wouldn't give you the time of day.
and if you wanted to show her
just how beautiful she was, she'd say,
I was too trusting.
Unable to stop it!
Someone rescue me!!!
No one came.
I was broken.
Real friends, family save me from myself.
The dark thoughts, blame, shame melt away only to visit me again.
Reminding myself I'm alive, God loves me, my friends...
feel like losing myself again
to drive into forgetfulness
back to thoughts, feelings, where i did'nt really care
I am now borded, i feel like coming back to a memory
i would like to loose myself again
about his realm.
He surveys what he knows is there.
His orchards stretched in soldier lines.
Fat with apple, quince, and pear.
His barns stand straight, new-painted red.
The silo bulge'n - life within.
Hay rows tedder'd,set for bale'n.
Bessie clangs her bell of tin.
that way, they say
with judgmental eyes, squinted
their intentions ill and abrasive
i don't to need to have scars on my body
to know what it feels like to open myself to pain
i exist in their heads only in small moments
and the wheel seems to spin, never ending
the clock is...
and you always get the same answer
"it's not all black and white and you're to young to understand"
well truth and lies are black and white and gray is what you get when push them together
to keep yourself blissfully unaware there's no happily ever after
you're all the same...
I've written many many poems. Since I was 8-9 I've loved writing them but of course they've changed through time and matured.
Poems is one of my best way to express my feelings or my ideas of a story or something.
but it remains
Trees bring comfort but steal the scene
Birds sing lovely but then they leave
If you want pleasure until the end
You need to nurture the whole garden
I was young a long time ago
I stay steady in my love for you
Despite my size I still may fall
I speak the truth...
as I gaze up at the cotton like clouds. As I lay in the green grass, I begin to wonder.
What is happiness?
Is it contentment? Is it a balance?
Am I happy?
I'm not so sure if I am. But even if I were, would I be able to tell? Are happy people even aware that they're happy...
Of whatever is present
At each witnessed moment.
Eyes are reflectors;
To what we're enacting
Eyes are projectors
Revealing our insides
And displaying what resides
In our hearts and minds.
Your eyes speak for you;
so i wrote this poem long back ! just sharing with you all :
with lakhs of people travelling
and thousands of passing by
i found myself in the midst
just gazing at the sky
for i need to choose
which road to travel by
making decision was not so hard previously
but this time it...
little slight still does hurt.
My innards retch and bile lurches;
My heart flails and my mind searches.
I seek respite but get no such purchase.
I am excited but resist some urges;
My mouth opens and verbally purges.
The words mean that emotion surges.
feeling bad about myself, but it helped me feel better. It's called Hello Katie. Enjoy and tell me what you think about it.
do you see me?
Or am I just a face,
that you've forgotten fast...
do you know me?
Am I just Autistic,
the boy with help in...
Reflective of the stars they bring.
Laying on a softened sheet,
Mindful of our sandy feet.
Enjoying dinner in the night,
With the dancing candle light.
As the moon does start to crest,
And even though we needed rest.
Time stands still between us now,
my darkest secrets
let's lose ourselves in poetry
hoping to find answers in reality
dance with me in the moonlight
as I whisper my darkest dreams
catch my breath as I exhale
slipping back into insanity
winds shroud the mountains
Where strange birds call,
And wild things cry,
And small souls shiver in the night.
There is a time of long, grey shadows
And fear that has no name -
No name save Time -
And Time is not my friend.
I must walk alone - same as you -
man turned to stone.
tears of red stained ashen cheeks
as he found the truth he seeks.
the war he fought within his soul
has claimed its due that was foretold
the end of strife oer frozen land
the struggle lost by his own hand
screaming silence dark and deep